And–joy of joys–the furnace remained defunct for the better part of two weeks. We had to schedule and wait for the initial visit. Then there was waiting for a part to come in. And then (of course) we had to schedule the final visit. And wait some more. Grrr!
As the temperature plummeted, life here became a Dickens novel. Picture me in a coat, scarf, and tipless gloves frantically grading papers. But hey! At least Sweet Pea wasn’t (a) clothed in tattered rags or (b) forced into soul-crushing child labor.
And now we have heat, sweet heat, once more. I am forced to admit yet again that I am far from a pioneer woman. Roughing it? Ha! Even in the midst of our furnace crisis, I had reliable access to indoor plumbing, transportation, electricity, healthy food, and clean water. Sure, I may have huddled around a space heater whining, “Please sir, I want some more.” But whenever the chill factor got to us, Sweet Pea and I could always unthaw at a loved one’s domicile.
In short, this little episode made me appreciate the luxuries I constantly enjoy. It made me conscious of the fact that I have so many blessings in my life. I am both grateful and humbled…
… and finally, finally warm.